This is a song about "And ones"

And tell the ugly ones, i'm sorry, i've got cheddar to make

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

You left us, the ones you love and the ones with spite/

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Ones but i didn't really mean it i wish i could go back in time lord and apologize

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Know it's time for the red ones

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

In an ashtray, you mean the ones that you shag and thats gay so i'll leave

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

And the happy ones that will one day cease to exist.

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

All the girls call me ugly, and the ones that wanna fuck me